Late sunshine accentuates the vivid colours of wild sorrel seeds in a permanent pasture just down the road, belonging to Lyme Alpacas. The jewel-like reds are offset by the rich green of the grass and the golden splashes of field buttercups.
Posts tagged ‘flora’
One of a series of abstract impressions of a beautiful English wood at bluebell time. This can only begin to convey the joy of spending time in this magical place as dusk descends: the heady scent of the flowers, the clear song of thrushes high in the canopy, and the feel of soft leafmould under […]
Holyford Woods is a local nature reserve, near Seaton. In early summer 2007, it had acres and acres of massed foxgloves (Digitalis purpurea) that had spring up after a large area of woodland was clear-felled – a quite remarkable sight. Even more surprising to think that all the seeds had been lying dormant in the […]
The field just behind our house one warm June morning, before all the dew had burnt off. Either the seed wasn’t well cleaned, or the sprayer missed a lot of weeds, but it was a picture for just a few days. I liked the contrast between cool shadow and hot sunshine on the opposite side […]
Unusually for me, a trip away from the West Country to the west of Scotland. A walk after breakfast near Dornie yielded this unexpected image, of sheep cropping the grass between a drift of bluebells up the hillside – which flower much later in Scotland than back home. The contre-jour sunlight was a bonus, picking out the […]
Cultivated poppies on the Salisbury Plain – another of my A303 series that belies the traffic roaring past, unseeing. Abrash is the delicate banding of colours seen in hand-made Oriental carpets, which comes from different dye batches in the wool. I think it perfectly describes the play of light and shade over this field, especially […]
A beech wood just down the road from my house (Furzehill Plantation), lovely at every time of year, but especially in May, when it is carpeted by drifts of bluebells and wild garlic (ramsons). In the early evening, low sunlight falls between the trees and picks out the flowers and the warm brown carpet of […]
A field of ripening barley with a small drift of poppies in the middle distance. Just a small strip missed by the herbicide spray, and the poppy seeds made the most of the opportunity – they had probably been lying there for 20 years or so, waiting for their chance in the sun.